Luyện nghe bài hát Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The essence of
Merging sword, onto them
And the garment like the morning
in the blood of men
Made as the filth of the
And overwhelming to direct

Becoming the agents of
Veins filled the serum of prophesy
Becoming the agents of
weeping the tears of prophesy
Become the of torment
Ears filled the semen of prophesy

acts of perverted intimacy
Nary a soul without the punishment
Mountains now of yours
Surrounded by own graves
Let no sound from the trumpets of gold
the beginning of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to those of the whole of the globe

the death of all
Also claims who call for it
And none shall this

Be as shadows amongst the
And cause mourning

upon wings upon wings
men to die
Filled with iniquity and
Swallowing the mountain of god
And it's stones
Incense down from center
this voice to the ashes of the world
Still hemorrhaging from the of rhema
within the hand of desolation
Merging the sword, onto
The heir
And inflicter of delicious
The of the human race
as T-lymphocytes